Writing Process

Every blank page is a mystery

A hope

Despair

A light

And a disease

That can fester inside

Feed on you

Until you feed it your words

Creativity is either stifled, suffocating like a late august afternoon

Or flows freely, like autumn leaves dancing in the cool breeze

No in-between

No negotiations

Not knowing which one will come to fruition

Is

Agonizing

But when it flows

It flows

And

F l o w s

Pours out in an abundance of

Life

Love

Fear

Ache

Agony

Pain

Everything

Pours onto the once blank page

And for that moment

Everything that burdens and encumbers you

The thing that causes that tightening in your chest

Your breath to catch in your throat

Is laid out in black ink, pencil or type-face

Filled to the brim with y o u

Every desperate thought and feeling clinging to your insides like tar

And all at once

You ignite

Feel free

Until

You turn to ash

Just to

Do

It

All

Over

A G A I N

Sadistic isn't it?